Magecraft: Daynor

The master glanced up calm emanating from every pore. Except his eyes. Eyes the color of the Pool of Darkness reflected lights of excitement. His tall skinny frame was encased in a robe the color of ruby the color of a master mage which stood in stark contrast to the white beard and hair that flowed down both sides of the robe. Many of his students often wondered how many years it had taken to grow his beard that long. His wrinkled face gave no indication of the excitement he was feeling as he shuffled toward the gate of a home that housed his favorite student. Toren. The Guild has need of your services.